| Me and Iggy were giggin' with Ziggy and kickin' with the MC5
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| Ted and Seger were burnin' with the fever, and Suzi Q was sharp as a knife
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| The kid was in his crib, and Shady wore a bib, and the Posse wasn’t even alive
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| Shock rock, choppin' block, songs to make your heart stop, shove it into
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| overdrive
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| Play it loud and fast
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| Make that guitar blast
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| Play it like today will be your last
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| Bleak town, sleak town, freak town
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| Detroit city
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| Downtown, Motown, my town
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| Detroit city
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| There was a riot ragin' downtown, try-in' to burn the place down,
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| the skies were glowin' red and gray
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| But the grass keeps growin' and the money keeps flowin', and the streets are
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| still smokin' today
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| Play it loud and fast
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| Cause the blues are in the past
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| Play it like today might be your last
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| Bleak town, sleak town, freak town
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| Detroit city
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| Downtown, Motown, my town
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| Detroit city
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| Bleak town, sleak town, freak town
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| Detroit city
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| Downtown, Motown, my town
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| Detroit city
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| Shake it down
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| Break it down
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| All around
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| Hallowed ground
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| Lost and found
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| Homeward bound
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| The Detroit sound
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| Is coming 'round
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| Lion town
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| Roarin' down
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| Tiger town
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| On the mound
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| Hockey town
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| Shoot the puck
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| Take 'em down
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| Don’t give a what? |